The Night Is Calling
Systematic uproar, ancillary articulation, ripened sarcasms of singular objections, slewn about by the portends of power. Obsessive escalation, an inability to fathom even the slightest degree of empathy. Tortured by time’s insistence. I find the only solace is to decree my soul to the sand dunes of the gallant seas that receed in the wake […]
The Lost Watch
The soles of my feet regress in off meter puddles of riff sediment, torn from a decaying edifice of brick and mortar, born from the arms of abhorrent traitors, scoundrels that traipse the fecund artifices of weary desolation in turmoil’s trusted crevice. I am the bomb shelter crematorium that winces in sublime agony through the […]
Just Portent
I commented on the scripture. Wrath and bone marrow, stoned up through the glass panorama, the holy feral cat of Altamira’s shadow. Who is to say? I reply. “In the gut of reason, no man of silicon weaved polish returns the sermon until the rails of San Benista arch the hovering spectacle of drama, and […]
The Ashes of Mayhem
I rant about solitude’s unfortunate overachievers, the damned self righteous, been there, done that heathens, that rake the planet’s subculture of mud house tyrants of any conjecture that parallels sanctimony. Tear the traitorous scoundrels that mirror peace in actions of impetuosity’s demons. Who stands alone among the wolves of avarice? Maybe a tin can kicking […]
Hopeless Dissolution
The pending sacrament proclaimed upon the earth by the hearty hymns of ages gone by is transfigured for eternity by the bombastic grunts of cavemen into the hopeless dissolution of meaningless rants uttered in the name of righteousness. – Esinz
Bicycle Logic
They’re like real life people. But they live so… On the edge. You know how you put a bicycle together for your kids’ Christmas present, but you still have a few nuts and bolts left over, and they aren’t extras. Well merry Christmas. That’s fine. But to live a life of always leaving a few […]
The Archer’s Arrow
I am neither short nor tall, Round nor small, Quick nor slow, Hot nor cold. Shameless cities, Their fortunes sold, Lavish splendor on, Ancient soil . I’ll not bargain, What I don’t know, Perhaps it is, The ebb and flow. The archer’s arrow flees the bow, Where it lands, There you will know.- Sinz
Heaven of Eternity
Fall from grace and you will taste the heaven of eternity.- Esinz
Disrepair of Thought
Die devil dogs! Recur the rath of Hates! Slumber in the mirth of recessitude! Be that we are blind to our soulless plot, To toil in disrepair of thought.- Sinz
Benign Tranquility
Unearth the ashes of benign tranquility and smell the sadness and beauty of lost ages of loveless contempt and vindication.- Esinz